Chapter 37

Then.

He rose to his feet, and a black-and-crimson Zanpakutō, wreathed in a biting cold light that stabbed at the eye with a single glance, appeared in his hand.

"So this is Lord Senya's Zanpakutō…"

From several dozen meters away, Shiori fixed her gaze on that black-and-crimson blade with its golden hilt.

She did not dare draw any closer.

It felt as though one step nearer and her very skin would be sliced apart by that extreme sharpness.

"Lord Senya?"

Shiori wore a puzzled look, utterly baffled as to why Kuchiki Senya had drawn his blade.

Kuchiki Senya merely waved a hand, hummed a little tune, and swaggered out of Senya Pavilion.

Then his figure flashed.

He sat atop Senya Pavilion's peak, on Gao Song's towering spire!

The black-and-crimson patterns along the blade writhed and roared like coiling dragons, and beneath the moonlight they radiated an aura of destruction that could sever anything!

All around, a blackness deeper than the night itself kept appearing — that was the space being cut to shreds.

"He spotted us!"

"What terrifying perception!"

Around them, several figures in black, sneaking about furtively.

Their pupils shrank as they looked at Kuchiki Senya atop Senya Pavilion.

Before them.

A dispersal formation was operating, able to drive away the surrounding Shinigami and living beings.

And to suppress the spread of spiritual pressure!

It could keep even the Seireitei from detecting any clash here!

At the same time.

Another, even more resplendent formation was slowly turning, emanating an unfathomably mysterious aura of space.

As well as waves of destructive power.

A massive, pitch-black, unfathomably deep spatial passage appeared in the field, and from within came countless ear-splitting roars!

This was one of the Tsunayashiro clan's hidden reserves — the ability to construct a one-way spatial passage!

Linking Hueco Mundo and the Soul Society!

Allowing Hollows from Hueco Mundo to be briefly drawn to the Soul Society!

"It doesn't matter that he spotted us — today is the death trap set for Kuchiki Senya!"

"Time's up."

The leader let out a cold laugh and waved his hand.

A glass vial appeared in his hand and in the next instant shattered to pieces!

From within, a tremendous, surging wave of soul force burst forth.

At once.

Within the spatial passage.

The roars grew even fiercer! Faintly shaping themselves into frenzied howls!

Those souls had stirred the deepest cravings within their hearts!

Colossal figures that blotted out the sky surged forth in frenzy, their overwhelming spiritual pressure scattering in all directions, like the coming of a calamity!.

032. A Death Trap!

The colossal creature crashed to the ground.

Sending up great swathes of sand and dust, the earth trembling madly, unable to bear that terrifying weight and spiritual pressure.

Vast, pitch-black, unfathomably deep and desolate fissures split open!

Eight towering figures appeared in the field — some wearing bone masks, some with four arms, others slithering through the air like serpents.

Without exception.

Each had a massive hollow gouged through its chest, radiating a terrifying aura as formidable as a dragon vein and a colossal mountain!

And.

Following close behind were several hundred figures with somewhat weaker auras, their chests likewise pierced by transparent, empty voids.

Most wore twisted expressions and dulled wits, looking like mere fodder, while others had blank faces and long-nosed masks.

They poured forth unceasingly from the spatial passage.

At the same time.

Within the spatial passage, the roars remained intense, and faintly the silhouettes of even more terrifying auras began to appear.

"A pity — time's up."

The leader's face was full of regret as the spatial passage behind him slowly exhausted its power and then shut outright.

Cutting off the entry of more Hollows.

"Still, these will be enough."

"Any more would be a disaster for the Soul Society."

The leader's eyes gleamed as he gazed at the densely packed figures before him.

Hundreds of spiritual pressures gathered together, vast as an ocean! An august, irresistible might of heaven!

Even though he was the strongest enforcer the Tsunayashiro clan had painstakingly cultivated, possessing peak Captain-level strength.

Facing the spiritual pressure of several hundred Hollows at this moment, he still felt as though a mountain were pressing down on his chest, his very breathing growing somewhat labored!

"Activate the concealment formation."

The leader waved his hand, and a small formation ten meters in radius enveloped all seven black-clad figures.

Not a single trace of aura leaked out, blocking the Hollows' perception.

They hid themselves perfectly!

Meanwhile.

They looked from afar at the scene unfolding in the field.

The soul power that had just dispersed was devoured clean in an instant by hundreds of Hollows!

Inside the glass bottle.

Were the souls of Shinigami criminals, extracted from their cells through the Tsunayashiro family's influence!

The Hollows — the hollow in their chests represents the emptiness within their hearts.

To fill that emptiness, they must ceaselessly devour souls — and Shinigami souls are their absolute favorite!

Only pure, massive quantities of souls could attract so many Menos Grande!

"Adjuchas! Eight of them!"

"Dozens of Gillians, and several hundred ordinary Hollows!"

"Heh heh heh, no matter how strong Kuchiki Senya is, he shall still fall within this boundless tide of Hollows!"

The leader gently stroked the Zanpakuto at his waist, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister smile.

Hueco Mundo.

There are five ranks of Hollows in total.

Ordinary Hollows — foot soldiers.

Gillian — Menos Grande, on par with a vice-captain.

Adjuchas — mid-tier Menos Grande, rare powerhouses of Hueco Mundo, their strength only a hair's breadth below captain-level!

Shi Wa — the strongest Hollow, strength on par with the top captains!

Vasto Lorde — the king of Hueco Mundo, capable of single-handedly defeating the entire Gotei 13! Bringing catastrophic disaster upon Soul Society!

Now.

Eight Adjuchas-class Hollows, dozens of Gillians, and several hundred ordinary Hollows!

Even the most elite captain would perish beneath such a tide of attacks!

Behind the leader.

The other black-clad figures all chuckled softly, surveying the top of Senya Pavilion with mocking amusement.

That indolent, utterly motionless man.

Utterly motionless?